What did I say to him last night?
Something along the lines of "your not here, I'm going to fuck sam. call me later babe, this won't take long, love you"
all in all not a bad night
After he proceded to violently molest my tits until 9 am i snuck out of his room only to meet his mother downstairs, who informed me she heard the giant sexfest going on in the room next to them.. this was before she called us both "chickenshits".. worst walk of shame ever.
You can tell alot about a person by their poo.. For example, he was a smoker.
9 of the 12 girls i had sex with in college are on facebook
it was an ugly road back then. i'm sure time hasn't been friendly.
I had to convince you not to write "happy birthday to the first guy who fingered me" on his facebook wall, right above the post from his current girlfriend's mother.
Yeah I mean its Vermont, not like id be the first guy to trade pharmaceutical services for beer
Well, I'm at the grocery store wondering whether I exist or not.
Holy shit there is too much Taco Bell here to talk to you
The bottle of Jameson may have been a bit aggressive for a Sunday cookout.
It's taking every bit of my restraint not to go to the store and buy chips and cake and like steal someone's dog. PMS is so weird.
And on a positive note i found a list that i made in 3rd grade titled "what to do if you want a guy to like you"
There are two guys here arguing over Pearl jam and Nirvana. 1991 wants its argument back.
Ive seen a birth plenty of times, pretty awesome like a bear trying to climb out of a volkswagon.
Alright, I've had enough of this good girl shit. Tonight you either blackout or backout.
I'm just really glad SD weather is so erratic so I can get away with wearing a scarf in May to cover up these hickeys.
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